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He's a stable smithyThinks his genius words are pithyAs he pounds, pounds, poundsInto the night.Swings his big word-hammerNever minding lies and grammarCuz he's gotta, gotta, gotta
I don't know what I'm doing at all; He looked at me and caught me in a trance. The blood in my veins sludged to a slow crawl. My heart, my aching heart wanted to dance. I don't think I've ever been in love;
The teacher told me to study more. My family wanted me to do well in school, And because of the teacher, my grades began to soar. Studying soon became a chore,
Like a dog who chases after his tail, I chased after you. I know it was something different for you but just like you, I was scared too.
There are times I wish it would always be the middle of the night. Everything is calm, still and you can hear everything beyond your door if you listen well.
I think I realized I wasn’t a kid anymore when Everything changed. I don’t really remember… Did I wake up one morning and it was all different
After everything, It was all meaningless What was the reason?
My mind and body so young and sweet Ready to grasp the world and be free Questions always spreading from my mind to my fingertips Young and wild and full of joy Another year older and brought to different standards
I don’t know how How to cope This weight inside me feels too much My life laid out I thought I was fine
Meeting you brought sunshine to my darkest days I now had this marvelous motivation in this game we call life You never had to speak words that could melt gold
how do you tell someone something so crazy that you cant see the light at the end of the tunnel that youre an angel thats just been begging to go home how do you tell someone something so personal
In the absence of a belief book we search for answers inside ourselves Though some not as bright and few truly enlightened we all fall short In what sense of this box do we choose to think around?
What is it about you that leaves me out of my mind? All alone in the dark reaching out for a sign. Remember when you were all all mine. Resurrect my smile. Resurrect Me.
i feel nothing as he puts his arm around my shoulder except for maybe discomfort i don't understand why doesn't it make me feel excited or loved like the media says it should
I've got creatures caged in my mind.If I look, they are easy to find.To others though, is not so clear.They only hear what I let them hear.Most of the time these creatures are tame.
I have no words to say Let the silence pass me by I meditate and I pray Yet I can't fathom the one who calls itself I It's an empty abyss It's a one-way turn It's a star-kept wish
I lie awake thinking While staring at my ceiling About so many things To name a few: my day Tomorrow The paint chip on The wall
What is it like to be eighteen? Eighteen is driving down a dark road Blasting music At 12 am. Eighteen is a baby eagle Just leaving
There you go again. Leaving me behind. Take me with you! No, don't take me. Not this time. I yearn, And when you finally offer, I reject. Because if I accept,
you say i used you but i discovered you discovering me you say i hurt you but you hurt me hurting you you say i used you but i confused you confusing me you say i loved you
My head Inside is dead My life
Whether it is someone not listening or being alone Thinking you are ugly or not having a solid home Being told you have problems or other bullying ways Everyone gets frustrated Even me
Take care of the matter now You are going to run out of time Opportunities will go away And you will be left in a bind A whirlwind will form Along with massive confusion There will be a state of turmoil
Today we formally say goodbye. It seems like all I do. Today I'm sick and snotty, Scared.
It's hard to be told, Something unwanted, By a loved one- Heart and mind daunted. Yet I'd go beyond limits, If that's what they ask. I'd break my heart myself, For them to bask.
Him. Me. Tranquility. I feel safe but strange, it’s not my game. My chest feels small
I'm lost I'm lost in a sea of colors I can't seem to understand Red, Blue, Green, What diffrence does it reall make when I just feel them slowly absorbing the wavelengths that are meant to keep me sane?
I feel like I’m on the brink of something Like I’m right on the edge Like I’m right about to get to it Like I’m right there on its tail And I only have to reach my hand out And take it...
It all started with a purse. A beautiful deep plum crossbody. Embossed with a household name. Kate Spade.
how funny it is that after three days of lying next to someone, sharing secrets, matching heartbeats, and pressing lips together, one can fall in the first stages of what may very well shape up to be love.
Life is not a box of chocolates. Life is an endless ladder that each of us have to climb. It is nothing but an empty dream.
You would think, that because we are a country of freedom and oppertunity we would hold open our arms to people in need of hope. You would think, that because you've given him
Girl, why do you tolerate his mess? You did everything for him He never appreciated you The look on your face is really grim You put your heart into everything But, he often made you feel sad and blue
I'm confused Isn't a mother supposed to make her daughter raise her siblings? I'm confused Don't fathers always abandon there children? I'm confused
What comes before the calming stormThan chaos, unfiltered, unfettered, noiseDay by day, night after unrelenting nightI am only clear unto myselfFor the ones, them and theyCan not understand, or is it won't?
One day she is totally convinced it’s true the next the doubts crowd her brain A wonder to which fate is due It will not refrain
Tears set in blood on a child's face, A child betrayed by older men, Dissolve with a blush of embarrassed shame, As five long years of silence begin. Confused hands tremble in a disoriented state,
My life consists of heartbreak, It's all made up of shit. Confusion is synonymous With life and life with it. I hate to look in mirrors To see what's looking back: The sunken eyes, the fatty thighs,
I struggle to breath The numbness still lingers around me everytime I'm left with a damaged heart Give me reasons to believe that " love" exist I been crying all day But I still feel paralyzed
Why do I dislike your company? Why does the conversation run dry? Why does your presence elicit disharmony? Why do you render my plans awry? I find your interests to be drivel,
Was it me who said it's unreal hard for me to feel afraid to chill because your mouth can't conceal your too damn quick to reveal the unreal Just a thought already caught up deep down far in denial, naive
Can you please make me remember,How we started this fight?‘Cause I can't remember,our last good night. What are we doing?I said I loved you, You said you might. This is a jumbled mess,Do you realize?I look at your face,You look away from my eyes.
The baby was tucked into bed, Quietly breathing, slightly smiling The mother was laying down right beside her, Mentality breaking, silently wondering
My heart-- you are my compass. You guide me. But if you keep pointing me in so many different directions How am I supposed to find my destination?
Dear Ethnicity, You define me as Hispanic, but the wary glances and quick whispers at family gatherings tell my truth: I am someone only pretending to belong.
You fickle thing, You keep on looking, For your reflection in others, Anxiously sending out, Clouded rays of light to broken mirrors, When will you see, That the light reflected,
I want to find the words The words to explain explain how I feel as a kid today You try to listen
To whomever decides to read it: I don’t know him well. I never will. I’ve heard of him before, through the others They speak highly of him: A friend, a brother, a son, a loved one
As you embark on this journey of life It is imperative that you know I am with you Although we're miles apart In distance and in heart Somehow, I will remain with you
Once again that my heart shattered Lights went blackout, no more flickered My head went full blank My life I had hang I thought my life doesn't matter
Just a dream by Evelyn Delgado a sweet face goes by and it catches your eyes
Dear any and all, It starts with a search. “I think I might be sick,” you type, fingers hesitant because each word, each letter you feel like, is crying out to the world, with the quietest of voices. Look at me. Look at me.
Ever just want to write down how you feel, But the way you feel just doesn’t seem real. How can one be so happy yet feel so bad, It’s like my luck tends to be so awful I sometimes feel sad.
Dearest Vincent I'll never understand how... I'll never understand how you could do it. Your heart was so big, never meant for mortal men You loved too much for us to understand.
The sun reflected milky white off my skin outside the gym When you asked me where my sister was I told you that she was sick You asked me what I meant
What is it that you want from me? Do you even want a relationship or another fuck buddy? Im confused by your mixed feelings One minute your feeling me Then you disappear not giving a fuck about me
To whom it may concern, Actually, you’re the one that should be concerned. I would say your name but even when I call on your name You still don’t listen.
Remembrance dark, a shadows faceA name, my name,“Jason Grey,”That name,A bitter tasteRolling off my tongueWho is he?I just don’t know
Because I love you, I keep secrets beside the ones you know. Like how I’ve already named our three kids and two dogs, because I’d sound like a creep. Or the nonsensical conversations we have when you talk in your sleep.
Off in my own world either day or night, Images flow behind my open eyes. Over reality and stirs a fright. Never thought I was
I guess you could say that I'm a girl in love. No? I think so anyhow. My heart definitely does when it leaps as you walk in the room My eyes think so too becaus they always seem to seek you out.
Who am I? In terms of religion, Who am I? I'm plagued with confusion. When I die, What's after life? Is there nothing? My mind's full of strife. Is there Heaven?
There are many things in life that don’t make sense. Why are we here? What is our purpose? How were we created? I wish I knew.
There you go again You think you can get to me but you can't. I’m impossable. Isn't that right? I mean, it's not like I listen to your every word
my day-dream dresses like you. i just thought you ought to know; nothing i am is true. this stupid mask is all for show; sometimes i can barely see through. right now i can't even make the words flow,
On my last birthday, I met you. When I first saw you, I noticed how attractive you were but looks alone doesn't get to me anymore. It wasn't until you started talking to the group that I felt something.
I dunno if this happens to anyone elseMaybe it's the thing that makes my feelings hard to developOr to care or to act out in the air,But the funny thing is in irlthere are people who don't think about the same strife.
It's 7 in the morning I'm off to my first place of learning Imaginative Writing When suddenly The lady whom I've given the best 3 years of existnece to
They tell me not to give up. But I didnt understand what they meant. Not to give up on life? Not to give up on myself? Ah! Wait. But I had already done that.
What is itWhen you can't decideWhat you like,What you dislike,What is there inside you,What you want,What you need,What you see,What you feel,Or, what you are?
The message is there Words have been unspoken It is crystal clear That hearts will sadly be broken Proper communication Would definitely alleviate the situation Those clouds would disappear
He isn’t my boyfriend. He isn’t an ex. He’s something so much worse. Sometimes he spoils me. He’ll call me beautiful and real. He’ll says he doesn’t ever want me to leave his life.
Is what I see through my eyes the truth, or just simply lies, Is what I see just what one wants me to believe, Is what I see merely Imaginary, Is the canvas in which I stand on just a hologram,
5/19/17 Blue when I see you I act if forever is this table and never is that spoon does chicken noodle soup for the soul actually kill you? if forever is this table
When I was a child I was told that I was black but not black black. I didn't quite fit into the pre-packaged, tick-one-only boxes society had for me. Which made it difficult when trying to find my place.
You're the one i want to tell all my secrets to I want my fears to dissipate when I'm with you
Black Birds Black birds, black birds fly in the sky. Oh black birds, black birds why aren’t your words being heard.
Thought I could stay,That what I felt as strong enough that I would'nt feel like walking away.Thought I could stop this;All my doubts,But they keep me up at night,Trying to win this ceaseless war,
Alone and staring at the wall Surrounding yourself with darkness Hanging around the wrong crowd Has sadly, robbed you of your happiness If you do not take those steps And move towards the right direction
“I need some inspiration!” Don’t submit to frustration. “But I feel like I’m falling short.” You will always have support. “Really? From whom?”
How do you feel? Are you in love? Or is it lust? Shall I be a port in the storm? Or will I be with you for as long as we both want?
I remember The stones They way they pelted. I remember The girls The way they laughed. I remember The fear The I fought not to tremble. I remember
He wondered what is life trapped in the unknown? Waking up to a beautiful morning, all sounds monotone He cannot recognize his identity or deeper emotions
Dazed and confused She sadly feels used No one was there for her As she took lots of abuse With all this happening No one seemed trustworthy Always living on the edge
It feels like yesterday It all happened to quick I cry from it still Why did you have to go So young So bright So handsome So sweet The pain to know
He's done unspeakable things He's torn lives apart Yet I still hear wedding bells ring They ring within my heart Oh, love, you make me foolish The lack of you makes me weak
“If” All we do now is just question the feeling Always thinking the other plans on leaving I told you my goals a long time ago You the one to decide to stay or it let go
While my heart does bleed For new life never born My mind does heed The pain of a mother torn The decision to forestall Life's seed to full bloom Is a powerful anguish of hellish gloom
What mind enlightened of God Could reconcile a forsaken entrustment... To guardian the yet unborn? What eye that sees by Light Could blind itself this darkest deed?
For once, I have never felt so desperate judging myself for what I am destined to be. Most don't find themselves until it is no longer expected from them. I am afraid to wait too long.
When you hear or say a word too much, it stops sounding like a word and you question it, yourself, like, “am I spelling it wrong, am I saying it wrong?” and then “is this even a word?” that’s so odd, isn’t it? Why does that happen?
Pull me close. Don't talk. Listen to it, It beats, Growing stronger, My heart. Pumping blood, Don't let me run. Make me fight for you.
stone walls I build around me though my smile falters none it's as if my will is caving and i wish that i could run run from the problems run from the promises
My chest deepens as I think of what words to say. I can not speak. I am filled with fear, and it scratches at my surface like claws.
Stay be their side, stray from their shadows. Lead them.
Trembling, he raises his sword fighting the insurmountable slashing like a madman at an invisible wave of enemies His friends laugh as they watch him stumble and wave his stick
Who knew the sins of the past, would resurface in the future? Might I ask, What would you do if you made
Lord, I am a sinner. This I know for certain, Yet I am not actively working towards self betterment. Lord on the rare occasion that I get down on my knees to reach you, Most times I do not know what to say.
I have been in lust, jealousy pain anger depression confusion, but never have I been in love.
One is torn from the inside out as the death of life and the consequence of the original sin of \mankind manifests its estrogenic massacre;/ The red of the fruit \of the knowledge of good and evil pollutes /white linen so neatly;
Drown myself in music, blasting it loud
A mountain to climb, an emotional high A divot in our path, and suddenly we crash Into the ocean, drowning in waves I lie in bed, pleading for you to stay A sky to navigate The Great Unknown
Being full of love is not as easy as it looks
no more. this is the last of the Elder days I belonged to the Elder days, their wars were personal I fought them I knew the lost soldiers I am the last the last of the Elder days
I'm falling deep,knees are shaking,I'm feeling weak.I don't know what to say,When I open my mouth to speak. All these fucking feelingsAre attacking me. Weighing me down,
Which way should I go? My heart says yes, but my head says no. Should I go up the path, or down the road? My hopes are high, and then they're low. Waiting for answers, chasing dreams.
Gravity, a reality A slumber a tragedy. What I found out is maddening, Into the waves it’s dragging me. Lies, anger, chaos, passing. All around the lights are flashing,
Hey you! Yes you! The one with the rhinestone eyes. Take me on your magic rocket-ship and fly me off to Mars. I know that's where you're from.
the hopeless romantic came out in me. such a short time it took for me to realize what I wanted. it’s funny, though, because I assumed through your soft words and gentle actions that it came out in you, too.
I hear the words whispering in my head, "Lonely, alone, lost, forgotten." "You don't belong." I look at everyone around me and I ask myself, "Why are you so far from me when I feel so close to you?"
We’ve been going at it for so long Why do we keep doing this? It starting to hurt to see you I’m feeling unwanted Why do you do this?
In the moonlit darkness of my heart, I see icy cold silhouettes of desolation; Bleak figures concealed with masks flaming bright. Phantoms dancing around those dead trees, Frozen in their one final reach,
Dusky days waiting for moonlight; White flowers lost in teardrops of a bleeding heart; Ladders crumbling to dust; Hidden inscriptions of shadows; Fragile pieces of sky, Stuck in strands of cobwebs;
On my way to morning walkI met a centipedewalking leisurely in the parkI asked him"Which foot you move first"He stopped in his wayThought but could not decideI moved onleaving him there
"It's your name i call Until my throat is raw Because i know you saw How, with my fatal flaw I felt your absense like a claw But still more poisin there is to draw, Out from the wound
The rocks beneath the earth that shelters the lava away. The gravity that holds us inside of this earth day by day. The people that try to help me even if I push them away.
As i watch you breathing I look deep into your eyes I try to read your face For clues of any feeling Pain or peace I know your body is tired
His eyes are full of warmth. Mine are nothing but stone. He pulls me into his chest and his lips graze mine. I feel his heart racing and I know the words are on the tip of his tongue. He says it.
"Everyday the rage within me dies a little more But everytime I think it's gone It comes back stronger still It kills my heart Everytime To see the hurt And the lies The hand print of my hurt
My Prince which calls out in the silence, coaxing me back into the strange world of wondrous kisses and leagues of intensely painful emotions overtake my fevered mind. Call on, sweet prince.
A circle of unfamiliar colors filled the air as I walked, astounded. A deeper, winding street caught my attention, A child, I walked forward and my imagination knew so much more than my eyes.
A million swarming voices,A thundering, roaring crowd,The silent scream of reason,Deafened in the noise.
They say mankind will kill himself But what am I supposed to do if I’m born in a war If my life is on the line……play victim, inflame my heart with fear? When the only thing I fear is God
Love and lust hold hands You touch my face and smile What do you mean? I like to think that the way your grin invites is safe and out to make my day but how can I know really?
Imagination ruins and creates us, We run with the wind or get blown behind, Letting others distort our perception of the perfect image, Searching for the one person to the end of the world,
Where is it? I've missplaced it once again. I'm looking for the threads, and the needles and the numbness. Oh... Nevermind about the numbness. The trails are getting foggy, I'm lost.
This is so tangled, I can't figure out what happened. He loves her and she loves another and now I love him. Funny how you think this kind of confused doesn't exist.
I’ve questions upon questions.A quest just to find the answers.And I still have yet to head back home.The Valley is where I live,Where all the questions lie.The answers,
Is what I want what I need? Will you fill the void? They say more than him is greed But I want a voice Does that make me faithless? Am I too immature? It’s what I address But nothing is sure
mind twists like a hanger that’s rusted and bent dangling off of the clothes rack all metal and dents if you asked me I’d tell you I don’t have a clue
When asked what I remember about my childhood, I will answer “smoke;” There’s a lingering, hovering cloud in all my most recallable memories.
Think of you Puts me at risk An avalanche just waiting Waiting to happen Let me think Of stealing a kiss Something innocent, Saying goodnight Maybe a bit more
All these marks. All these thoughts. All these memories. Brings me even closer to the edge. Nothing is clear anymore. The second-guessing. The cloudy state of mind. The shaking consuming my body.
Is it a question or is it simply an act? It seems to be unquestionable because by questioning it you are automatically doing it, so what is it? We walk with a planned destination,
Frost chose between two roads, he chose the road less taken. I choose neither.
Air so strong Though none breathe in The awe of dreams Which come from within The choice is here What will it be? To dream a dream Or die in fear
Setting in the dark head full of thoughts the voices are screaming and screaming who are you? Do you even recognize this horrible being you call yourself?
In one hand I have safety In the other rests my heart Every time I try to unite them Everything falls apart Why can’t things be simple Easy to figure out I once was so sure of the love
okay, so maybe I'm not the most experienced gal, and I'm probably going about this all wrong. You see, when you say my name you make it sound pretty not like a curse, or burden like he did.
I never prayed to God for this sin to happen,
I was born as a boy with two siblings,
I am enigma,
I'm out of his league. I'm too good for him. They tell me out of pity so I can pretend That he’s the problem. He’s crazy. And selfish. But if that’s truly the case, why do I feel so helpless?
I don’t feel anger. Not that simmering rage that slowly grows inside of you, More and more being poured in every day until you just Explode. I get annoyed
Green eyes envy more than blue Fields of emeralds feel softer than ocean waves, but not to you Absent anarchy fills absent minds Your tsunami still fills mine Uprooted by shrieks and horrors,
I've recently mastered Showing no emotion In needed situations Too many judging faces Harsh words Are shelled out Ripping the rug From under me...
I pieced all the evidence together and found that I, most likely, came from a ripped up piece of latex, one snowy summer night in a cabin down in New Mexico. Yet, though I came from broken things and with unexpected news,
These lyrics are the words of my hear
I know you love me, your love is true But you have a funny way of expressing it, And with that I haven’t figured out what to do.
“Love” Did flowers bloom and birds sing? Did you think of your first, or second teenage fling? Did you think of the very first time he caught your eye? Or did you think of the very last time he told you a lie?
I gaze upon her smile across the street, And I know she is most glad to see me. The light falls upon her bright and kind cheek, I must follow her through this big city. I shall surprise her.
Lately things haven’t been real But maybe that’s because what’s real doesn’t matter anymore
Don’t act like I’ve ever been okay. Because it’s in the smile when I’m angry The straight lips you demanded when you couldn’t take more The obedience you looked for It’s all in me and it is me
I once I had a team building exersize In which we told the team our biggest fear when it came my time I froze not because I was afraid to tell them my fear but because I couldn't choose one
I'm tongue tied yeah I don't know how to put this I've been through so much, no sound comes up, zip I've got battle scars, bruises, wounds that won't heal But I guess it all started with that first tear
I remember the night I spilled between your binding.
Knock, knock, knock.Love's arrived and his fists leave knuckle prints apon the door in front of me.Knock, knock, knock.Love's knocking earthquakes at my feet
Madness is ambiguous, just like reality When life is too sweet, you get bad cavities Because there's beauty in the struggle The ups and downs, concavity It's been a good life, so my concious holds
Flickering lights Sleepless nights I wonder When will my home be in sight? I travel alone Like a dog to a bone I search But never once glance for a phone What am I looking for?
I thought I heard you say "Frido-lay" Oh, I was so happy. But then I realized you said "triolet". I thought I heard you say "Frido-lay". You said write a poem, I said, " Oh, okay." Now I feel so sappy.
This poem deviates slightly from the suggested topic explaining, instead, the psychological state of adolescents and women in this day and age who aspire to a level of perfection that doesn't exist and how the failed attempt to do so leads to
One day feels like an eternity without you, I feel like it's been so long, or is it just me? Am I in this alone? How long has it been this way? Have I been that blind? That in denial? That naive? Or was that me just showing my feelings?
Beautiful brown eyes. Jaw bones chizled to perfection.
Keep the deepest part of thine away from mortal
Somedays I want to run and hide. Somedays I want to proclaim my life. It's somedays I feel I'm loosing my mind and other days it's all in my sight.
Delusions of grandeur. Although,
Inside a world of chaos She sat on the stairs. Searching through the memories, She tried to make pairs. Happy? Sad? Or was it both all at once? Like a heist,
It will be a while till I am fine Until this jumbled mess in my cold chest That used to pump in its warm nest Is recognizable enough… to be called mine
How when your life starts to spin out of control You barely notice How you can never really pin point the moment When things got out of hand Or you choose not to
The wait is like a fetter on my heart.
My life displayed upon a screen- I live behind a filter; I never say what I think. I’ve been trained to keep my mouth shut, but my lips glossed and pink. Without the social media, I am like all the rest.
It's stranger than normal, this feeling I hide, and it's an ominous feeling, that I'll tuck down inside. And my chest will envelope it, this horrible truth, something I can't get rid of,
I can make believe that I don't feel this way
I left her. Afraid scared and alone. My guardian angel needs me. I didn't know my heart was her home. I felt I could fight alone. But I proved I'm weak broken and a wreck. I didn't want her to see me use, I always hated that feeling of regret.
Do you ever just have one of those days where you wake up and nothing seems right? One of those days where you look down the hall and someone has turned off the lights?
Monday morning drag across the 7:25 bell All inside my head my mom screams worthlessness, failure, disappointment
I have a lot of things to say. I view these things as important. Are they important to others? No, they are not. The things I want to say do not interest people, so I attempt to believe these things are not important.
The layers of tears that I've cried have stung my eyes to that point of where seeing just becomes painful. I don't want to give up. But I'm being forced to give up. Or am I? No, this whole situation is fucking bullshit.
Through printed font on burnt crisp pages,
Sometimes things just seem to fall apart, and never fit in again. Sometimes the sunshine fades away, and never comes back again. The emptiness in my soul threatens to eat me from within,
In life we have many choices to make, Some simple, some more complicated. I have a choice as to how I live my life, do I live it free or do I live it controlled? Do I let my fears and problems rule my life, or do I determine where I go from here?
I am tired and lost in my empty world Looking for answers to my questions Where do I belong? Where do I go next? What am I missing? Am I in the wrong life? Is it my hair, too short and too straight?
I think my problem is, I don't want to have to fall in and out of love several times Before I find the "right one."
I have lived in the past In the dark and the light I know good and bad
If life easy was not hard then attempting is not available If half of me is going insane And point five has a vision blurred You must be crazy two Thoughts of suicide are not scary
I'm more than girl, I'm a woman in training, Caring, obsessive, just a little crazy, I'm a geek, or nerd, whichever is preferred, I cook, clean, sing, and do just about everything, There are days I get lazy,
Collapse. In that moment you know there is a loss. Another tree falling in the forest with no one around to hear. A simultaneous explosion and disintegration,
Clearest voice, sincere talks Laughing mouth, slow walks Walking with Him by my side, living with such heavy lies Guilt, guilt, with nowhere to hide
Poetic words for someone already dead Try to call out warn them of the sorrow
The silence that fills his ears mirrors the emptiness that lives within him.Yet the chaos that controls his mindpenetrates as deeply as the scars that litter his skin.
My depression seeps down deep within,eating my happiness, leaving me weak and thin.A monster of despair curls up deep inside,biting, clawing, scratching at my mind.
Life is a muddle of different opinions and beliefs What do I belive? It's all a whirlpool of confusion Swirling me around Until I no longer know what is right from wrong
If I wasn't so sure,
Love isn't for me, darling It's like a poison; Keep it away from me Everything feels like an explosion I just want to be left alone I can't even feel my own body anymore
Am I the movies I watch?Am I the books I read?Am I the classes I take?Am I the feelings I feel?Am I the food I eat or the drinks I drink?Am I the air I breathe?Am I the skin I live in?
"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellaions." Shooting across the sky of my brain. I try to change their position to avoid the pain
I am twisted I am new and different yet, blind to the new body that is my mind and soul I am fear I feel fear I can't think anymore I don't trust myself to think
Whoa buddy Slow down Take the Turtle Road. But no, I have so many places to go. Let me hop on the freeway Breeze on through Ignore the distractions Keep your eyes on the road.
You're full of bull but your love is the purest.
An unreliable narrator She was always at a loss for words Expression never came easy, nor was Compassion, understanding, empathy Love Was not a word in her dictionary
Minds are crippled from the so called cure. The doctor says "here take this" now people are passed out on the floor. Your friends think its fun to take, your parents think skipping doses might be a fatal mistake.
Why am I so hung up on a stupid message It's nothing I'm nothing At least to him... But what if we did Look each other in the eyes Remember each other at night
I remember when I first saw you I was a little afraid of you.
Love [noun] an intense feeling of deep affection
Is it really love? Or is it desperation and loneliness possibly? Hearts are so... Minds are: Numb. Baraged. Attacked. Is it really love? Happiness?
I cannot begin to imagine What comes within this baggage Friendship! What a slippy, messy slope?!! A non-romantic relationship Where two hearts begin to elope
Stop pressuring me Stop telling me I better hurry Stop forcing me into a corner Stop making me choose Stop making me prepare Stop making me grow up
what am i doing with you i know you cant hear me saying this and i know you never will but i cant tell the landscape from a back drop at the moment the lines between reality and my mind are blurring
I don't quite understand How someone can open doors And slam them closed Never wondering what their rooms held I don't understand How you can not have the curiosity To run your fingers on the walls
He does not love me, he just takes away the pain for the moment, exchanging laughs, caressing me, looking at me the way no ever does, never judging, no worries, but just for the night
Being vivacious is my exact definition Right? Of course, It is the veil to my grand facade
I'm lost. I'm lost and I don't know where to go from here. I'm being battered by the whirling chaos that is my mind. I'm doing things that I never thought I would.
We all have choices in life At our own free will we make our decisions In order to better ourselves and our lives I have choices But I do not make the decisions
You don't love me anymore you said. When did this realization occur? Off at camp with every letter I sent? Not in vain like you think, because I knew this was going to happen,
Oh, the days are getting longer it seems. This technology is getting smarter than me! Now the sun seems much stronger than the breeze, This heat will bring my closed mouth to speak.
Existence lies creation Of the world with extreme variations My breath is gone away A kiss that's long to ever stay My delusion of my farther reach of the cosmos
How is it with so many people around, adoringly screaming on about how much they love you and how you're an amazing person.
No one was ever asked to be born, but like always God is on a mysterious mission.
Billions of brains, minds, imaginations One like mine
How? How do I rid my mind of your presence? You linger like the scent of incense, drifting through my thoughts.
What is Love? Is love a spark that grows inside two people who enjoy every moment of each other?
My future depends on How alluring I am As a combination Of a few words and numbers
Why is it alright to earn less in a lifetime where are our full rights?
Do I stand a chance? I am not creative or possess a talent I’m sorry I have not experienced horrible, painful, branded, unforgettable pain not just physically but emotionally
Maybe I'm a little to insecure
how do i get through? do i take the long way? do i take the short? how about the easy? no, what about the hard? how do i see through? do i look right? or do i look left?
What’s up Doc? Silence? Why, that’s awfully rude
“You can’t save everyone People are destined to perish
Turbulent veins Ancient toxins flowing
There is a river inside of me, It always flows, impossibly deep As it holds all I can be My dreams, my passions, memories The water is cold; It chills my bones No one knows where it flows,
In the greatest strings of logic, and the most concise and thought out stretches of time, where do I stand? Continuity, Four, five, six, three, When I die, are bones all that are left of me? Immortal,
I find myself conflicted Full of rage Tears held behind Just for their sake No longer do I see the love Just the hate I'm ready to scream
Tell me how I found myself in this place of such confusion I try to get my bearing but I truly don't know what I'm doing Every step that my feet take seem to always be the wrong ones
You know what I hate? When men procrastiante with love... Either you in or you out boo. Don't string me along and tie me down like a shoelace supporting the souls of your feet, of our feet.
I planted you a rose; sat and watched it bloom the rose didn't feel me watching, or notice that I was trying to forget you. Who do roses grow for? Surely mine for you,
I have memories of past lives sewn inside my brain They come rushing at me in the night like an oncoming train. In between sleep and awake is where I most feel at home I drown in my thoughts--
I think I'm gonna be sick But it's not because I took a hit It's because of the way I felt I don't feel that way anymore I stopped loving and you started
Theres two of us hereOr maybe threeI don’t know anymoreI stopped knowing a long time ago. Or was it recent.But it doesn’t matter because theres not just one.Thats bad.Right?
I have this weird obsession with the cold. Perhaps I’m simply Fascinated With familiarity, But it knows just the right ways to freeze to the bone Leaving the numbness of my heart
Looking out my window where
It is my serenity My escape when reality is too much to bare. Freedom among that unexplainable And you are the guide. You guided me here, To this vast wonderland of beauty.
I see light ahead of me Darkness Behind Clouds to the side Fog making me blind I see the oceans above me And stars underneath my feet I see a door and my voice is the key
Winding roads and fairy tales junk mail and seasonal spirits Nothing, empty; all the time Cluttered half the time by words and numbers Voices screaming, trapped in a place where no one can hear or see
I can’t help but wonder when the birds fly above do they see the mess we’ve made?A place for nesting hard to find because the humans own it all.
The future seems far away yet linger like a looming cloud The goblins of adulthood cackle with their ugly yellow teeth Awaiting your lapse to fall ino the shroud Falling in eternal doom until eventual death
I am so lost. Lost in my world of make believe, full of dreams and fantasies and that's the way it ought to stay. Infatuation and passion, Demons in my heart Loving is an art
LonelinessIt eats at me like aninfectious diseaseIt crawls on my skin and digs into it like bedbugsIt stifles my heart
Not Sexy but Handsome Not Perfect but Redeemed How confused am I? About who he seems. Heart for God But a big new agey. Smokes and Swears Yet loves God And deeply cares.
This poem took a minute Cause I had too many thoughts Going on in my head So many things were changing That I couldn’t comprehend The world I thought I knew was gone
Nothing I do can make me forget you, Everyday is your smile on my mind and your touch on my cheek, your eyes on mine as if we look away we'll go blind.
I don't know what happened, For everything just went black Feels like the world just stopped Now everything's just turning bad I Cant dry the tears falling from my eyes With my heart beating so fast
When you trust someone with your heart, you don’t anticipate it to be broken. When you love someone completely, you don’t think it will end. But one day, that one betrayal can change everything.
I'm trying hard to fulfill my mission But with all these snakes hissing And all these people dissing Trying hard not to listen
As a child she was instructed to stay upon her knees nightly, for forgiveness, for praise. Life progressed on; and times turned for the worst.
I can't see you.
I miss you I don't think you realize At night, I feel so alone You come and go as you please It pains me when you come to me, saying "I miss you, I need you" And leave. What am I to you?
Drunk from the thoughts of last night,I can’t sober up.
what is there left to tell anymore? I'm presenting my case to an empty room filled with silence that illuminates my hurt. Don't worry about it, you're worthless to me now; you
At the end of each day, my parents kissed me goodnight and put me to bed.
Down, down, down I fall, down this dark descent
To say that a person knows everything That is pure and blatent ignorance
I'm a mess
Don't know what to do. Can't have my cake and eat it too. I can go to one school and then transfer. Or I can go to another school and transfer somewhere else. I don't know what I want.
I am A ship without a captain. I tread water quietly, lap-ping at my sides It pushes and pulls me softly... Calmly I sway in the direction the water calls, Just as I always have.
Jimena hates living in this world She comes to a point where sanity and insanity become whole She struggles to understand the meaning of her existence
You make me confused. When you held my hand for the first time, I felt uncomfortable. You rubbed the knuckle of my thumb With the soft pad of your own, As our fingers tangled together.
Let eyes pass over me
Blank mind Empty canvas Open body Free spirit Ready to begin a sketch Cant decide where to begin The picture's unclear Foggy and distorted Colors are dull
A flash of light and you wake up in a place unlike anything you have ever seen Constantly changing with each step, inhale, eye blink, and gasp
Society hangs over me
Away, away I will not come back, remind me, yes remind me of sin and wrong remind me of why red so satisfied. Confuse you? That is the point.
I am a driver, halting at stop signs; only staying briefly at each one. I am concentrated on a single mysterious destination. And perhaps I veer off the road running into a stop sign and leaving a mark
We might show each other love but my hearts too broken to fall for them tricks againLike a gambler in a casino I would always fall to my demise over some crap...
I asked you if you needed help and Luckily I came just in time. Next thing you know we were watching movies, cuddling, and talking it up after nine.
and to this day i still don't know if i like the things he says to me or if i like that he says them to me
Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Vessel to vessel Trust to trust On someday in March… I remember distinctly Listening To yourheartbeat That moment you told me
Down and I mean really down,under the facad of reality,under the illusions of life.Under what man percieves to be right and wrong.
Staring out at the rain My heart shattered inside It’s the end of the world Where I felt alive My heart is on empty Hopeless, alone Lost in a world that had seemed like my own
The condition of being anonymous I keep to myself, and hide in the shadows The depression is continuous It's trying my soul, it's hard to swallow Confused emotions, it's all a blur
Ferrari's are red, Suby's are blue,
Leafless branches obscure my vision. They block out so much more than The frilly obscenities that blossom From flora of the fowl.
Things you don't expect to hear you listen to but don't gasp or screamAs though you expected it to happenThings you don't expect to see you watch but don't gasp or look in pityAs though you expected it to happen
Hello, my name is "Chinese" "Japanese" "Dirty knees" "Look at these" "Criss cross" "Apple sauce" "Do me a favor and get lost"
What am I doing wrong? Why do you hate me? Is it because I'm quiet? Is it because I'm sad? I just don't know anymore. I want to be with you I want you to be happy But you don't want me You don't care if I'm happy Why do I love you
Staring forward into the meaningless sceneries. My eyes dart side to side As if to comprehend all they see. My hands caress what they grasp,
Hello world Do you hear me? Do you see my existence? Yeah I keep on trying I’m filling applications These tests are so bias Forcing me to take them Criticizing knowledge While demeaning
Everyone has a secret to bury: The girl with the blonde hair, enticing smile, brand new car, the quarterback boyfriend... The "perfect" life. Her life isn't as perfect as it would seem.
Confusion is a girl in a candy shop A shop full as many candies as you can think of She looks around to the red lollipops Because that's the candy she thinks she loves Confusion is a boy In New York City
Where am I going? To the unknown, far but close. Scary yet wonderful. Where am I going? Who knows? Do you? At times I may think to know where. At other times I may feel lost.
Where am I going? To the unknown, far but close. Scary yet wonderful. Where am I going? Who knows? Do you? At times I may think to know where. At other times I may feel lost.
Dreams run anewfresh In my mindas I think of you
Boys are meanand I should know.We as a sex have a false ideal of ourselves as the Vikings of our times; noble barbarians taking what we want and dying for honor and family. Even the Vikings had limits, though.
Going out into the great unknown
Ducks, scorpions, a big wave randomness just came to my mind Luck I hoped to have when I wrote this line I am confuse what it is to win and what it is win forever What is to be confused and not be aware of it
Most desired commodity,i see love, i hear love, numb to the touch, have yet to feel it
His fingers were gentle, flowing as they flew over the keysThe sounds were pure and feelingWe heard the piano play, carefree as a childThen it jumped in chaotic movements chasing a little mouse
I feel cold. Colder than someone should feel. I want to be alone All the time What is there to live for? There is no point Without love, life is pointless
Am I angry? Am I sad?
And here I thought that we would write books Magazines of controversy to be shouted at and intellectualized
Unrequited Love, you see, that's my life story, There's times I wish I could go back to when you didn't exist to me. Nothing's worse than knowing the person you want to be with is a made up myth.
Like an hourglass my mind started to empty as my heart started to fill
I write because it seems that's all I can do. I write because I love you. It's a matter of understanding, of liberating The heart and soul and mind And find the talisman that will bring you spirit and joy
An unanswered question Haunts us for generations But no one knows why We start to question But find no precise answer If we think too long Hoped for its' exit
They all appear,
Living as different people, different species manages to dictate our lives somehow.
I am an aquired taste, a leap of faith you shouldn't take - Bitter to the core, still you long for more.
Oh, the Confused as they call me in my home In my head stuck inside, raping my outs with lies Provoking the truth , basking in youth
What does it mean? Popping electric blue – Daily times two Doctor says, “you’ll feel better, it’s true” But you don’t even realize Sad eyes, manic eyes Just a teacher
Everyday I come home crying. Everyday I hate myself a little more. Everyday I hope to die. Everyday my limits are pushed. Everyday I am laughed at, taunted, and abused. Everyday I hope I don't wake up.
I wish I knew how to communicate That I want to go slow, But instead I’m walking home Alone. We can’t talk without it feeling awkward. Well, to me it is. I know we’ve talked about it,
Why am I always the one to get hurt?Does pain have no compassion?Let the fierceness of the stormCalm downCause the waves keep pushing meAway from life and reality
You would never believe where i had landed Far from the world but still empty handed does it change a thing at all i guess i'm not one to make that call to fall or stand was my only choice
My dark god standing in front of our feeble minds as He feeds us brainless material over the matter of civil rights. But nothing seems civil about this. And He preaches these
Close to breathClose to touchClose to in-betweenHardest rockAnd breathless nightCover beneath the seamsAre you there?Or are you not?Our eyes darkened like cavesYour black night cave eyes
People stand behind me Supporting me Cheering me on They're my closest friends In front of me Are my enemies I know they hate me Their faces filled with disgust
Blue is red Red is green My thoughts are mud Mud is dirt Save for me What you have And I shall save for you Things I do not even have Be careful, Be careless
A nostalgic lust—a crush. I had it for some body. Something about their sitting near Probably the pheromones and molecules of shampoo That I breathed Was actuating Of a lurching in me
A fraternity of lame,bland individuals;awash in a sea of ignorance,stupidity and sycophantic conformity.Uninteresting, immature childrenwith no personality to be seen.Or, is it pretentiousness?
Dust, dirt and sandsFill the airChocking the life outta me. Behold the desertA crappy place to liveWhere cactus drink waterAnd lizards shed their skin.
I never know who I am or what I want everything I see is colored, tinted by the biases that eat away my logic so I can’t see it, and before I know it I can’t see anything as it disappears
nocufsoin Confusion, oh the deep waters of confusion, It swallows you whole and stirs up your thoughts. You feelings drop down to the bottom, dark and sandy,
Mr. T, I do NOT pity the fools who mess with you; I pity you. I see you stand on your soapbox, acting like you have a clue. You preach. Profess what you don't know, Professor.
1. I am a princess. I am a mommy's girl Innocent and preppy and loved by my family. I am done with baby bottles, But only barely. I am still a child. 2. I am an Arizona girl.
often; I must fight against forces of which I have no power over. certainly; Those around me maybe able to overcome such obstacles, but.. surely;
Confused With no one to talk to I'm so confused How will I vent to hold down the tears For no one seems to be here My mind is so dark and weird With no one to talk to I'm so confused
Become again my Rose of No Man's Land You no longer give me medicine, but I still have the tattoo. I would sing the body electric if I thought I could stand it.
Subject wakes up. Two dozen lashes. Leaves spring from the trees. Subject falls asleep. It can’t stay awake it seems. Doors: A, B, and C
I'm tired of feeling like there's nothing I can do about my life and what i'm going through Now i'm starting to wonder is the life i want for me should i give up 'cause i'm not feeling very happy.
Persona, the mind of the self, is perhaps what is least seen when we go to our daily bouts:
No Pity for a Pedestrian By Irvin Eden Ortega I’m looking I’m looking I’m looking
Why, why, why? Always a question, never an answer Why to do this, why to do that... It's all about the reasoning The why Why, why, why? Always running through the head Why, why, why?
You tell me you love me, Yet you treat me like dirt. Everything is a game with You; and you play with my heart. It gets me to wonder, It gets me to wonder. The way we share smiles,
Yet my heart flutters, my gut repulses.I crave his company and voice,even though every mutter of his breath will be of her.The way his lips move when he speaks,oh it melts me to the core with crave.
My fortune renders me silent. An expression of the lost Finds a hole in my chest. I see the parallels in the death of a star.
in crispy cold, the wafer moon flies there's a loneliness that backhands this repeating demise all the stars around me seem as pores to the sky and my pores breathe them in like millions of eyes
Should I write you letters, or a post card maybe.. Do you even listen to me, or do you choose to make me wait? Dear God, are you listening? I can hear it's heartbeat, can you hear mine too?
By Chanda Bynum I see this girl And she is a girl with straightforward eyes and blank expressions. The Maker has sculpted curvaceous hips and thighs into her gene pool
Pounding Anger like a hammer struck thumb Self inflicted Mind conflicted Noise Everywhere I go Everywhere I look
I fear myself at times. I struggle to know. I question the truth- Unknown I feel at a loss. No words emerge. These lips, they stumble- Diverge With life, comes a change.
Remind me why I try- I try to please With mounting ease, Without ever questioning why; Remind me why I’m here again, Emitting the same cry So shrill and filled with pain
Why, my heart, do you love another soul? Why, my heart, must you hurt the other one's soul? Now, my heart, I see why you have fled me. Now, my heart, I think I should be quite dead.
Where now, are you my soul? What journey have you departed for, Leaving me behind to feel the absence? Where now, are you my soul? What skies do you seek, While I await in shades of grey?
Angry to the point of no return The rambling thoughts begin to overflow Temples pulse, hands shake, tears flood. The world around you has completely shut down As you try to set your mind on
Let's go back to when we were new, We didn't say love, But our hearts they flew, We used to have everything, Some say we still do, Should we repair, Or leave it in the rear view,
Innocence…Enlighten my eyesYour memory haunts my soulWill you forget me forever?Is our separation an eternity?Innocence…Vileness consumes meDarkness blinds me
While you were busy resurrecting instances of critical synthesis the head nurse beat you to the sliver of hope, rinsed it out and out came a question"where am I?" I don't know kid, that's what we're all trying to find out "hey, where's Tweedl
Faith... Grace... Mercy... Salvation... Redemption... I am told that I have these things. I am told that these things are given. Free. Free of charge to me.
I write to find myself. I write to sort this all out. I write because my heart and mind have much more to say that my mouth could ever accurately convey.
My mind tormented and briefly captured … Caught in this “one day it’ll happen thought … Chasing pavements so frequently consistently I run out of breath, I think to myself ‘where is my place?’
One day I found Poetry needed no rhymes So unlike, when the piano clunked, when my sobs sogged keys, when my fingers clumsily blundered, The keys I was taught to play Displeasing Mother’s ears
Hi, my name is Stacy I'm the girl who smiles every time you say hello I'm the girl who has all the good grades I'm the girl who you let watch your kids and animals
I'm the one that fell too hard, too fast. I guess what he felt wasn't happiness. He saw her for the first time in six months. Everything he had felt came rushing back like floods. Who was I? Nobody now.
Every day is spent imprisoned in my own body I try to change, but nobody ever sees me Wishing things would go my way, but knowing they never will I would like to welcome you to my hell
It seems to always start the same way, just like a cycle I might say. The way a bottle slowly fills up, drop by drop reaching the top until it can't take it no longer, it starts to suffocate in its own water,
I lay here writing the words I can't say And the longer my mind fights wondering and wanting to say hey- And the longer we go without a word, this becomes a never ending day
Unsurpassed, unwavering, unthinkable fear. There is no assurance of tomorrow. Any known stability, ripped from my grasp. The voices without end. There is no escape! They will be coming for me. Too late!
I'm falling, fading But I've already done this. Black glass Chasing the past Future. Unsure, no cure No sense but suspense Only not. Nothing, pure and new. I haven't got a clue.
Don't try to explain yourself I know the truth I never want to be by myself never wanted to hurt you.
I have rotted in the ground Beaten by the howler’s hounds Galvanized another bound And, I escaped it
So many thoughts running through my head All day and all night Thinking as I lay in bed What to do Who to be My future clouded No clear path I see I've looked and searched
the sound of footsteps i dont know. the footsteps on my heart, on and off they go. In and out, up and down, they come from all different directions. The joy they bring passes with the grief of their deceptions.
Feelings. internal Expressions. external The vastness of the mind. immeasurable All the reason why. Unfathomable How do you begin understand something. Untamed How do you understand your self. Deranged
always told to love you unconditionally. after all, you loved me enough to sacrifice your son for my sins. sometimes, i wonder if you would have sent him down to a world of homosexuals.
Take a bite of the poison It’s the fate that you’ve chosen Eat it slow, swallow fast Making each sensation last Bittersweet tastes of heaven and hell Take more; go on, you might as well
He was born with these genes That got him wearing tight jeans And he didn’t have a choice by all means Living differently with sexuality that leans Towards another direction that caused scenes
I am a scared mouse running across the floor. I am anxious candy waiting to be picked. I am a soldier in the back line too scared to fight. I am a lion without courage. I am a tin man without a heart.
I fly, sometimes, I really do In space of endless, sticky goo And even though this flight is free I find it hard to be just "me" Its words and trends trade in my own For styles and tones of the well-known
My heads hangs out of the picture frame As my eyes look up into a bright abyss. They say that you live in the clouds watching over life.
I'm ready now Ready for your bullshit I can take this fight this battle this war This never-ending game of drawing circles while you hog all the pencils but I Have the eraser
I have a vase Of sad forget-me-nots On the bedstand Next to Emily Rose-wooden eyes See what mine still hide from me Behind the thread and the needle holes I know we still holds my memories
Bottled up with emotion sadness running deeper than the ocean hatred and love such a thin line between both sometimes it is the cause of maturities lack of growth i love you I do but these situations life throws makes it seem like I hate you feeli
Hidden cries behind sweet, innocent eyes Faint whimpers of mistaken trust Confusion from the hand that is held A future dried up in the dust
Where is the love? The tenderness of the heart where people join together. Arms all around and hands held. I miss the feeling of it And where has it gone? The place where I'm in, is all but hate and despair
I feel strong But I feel weak I feel proud, Yet I feel bleak I feel gorgeous And grotesque I feel pretty When I’m dressed I see fair girls But I wonder Are they really
Look around and see eyes staring. Wonder what they see when they look at me. Can they see what I feel or can they see the disguise i cover myself with. Do they see the confused and scared girl?
He took her hand and lowered himself to his knees, but the words couldn’t come out. He told himself, “All the practice was for nothing? No way!”
A sweltering sea overtook my nimble and anxious body. The salt had burned my pressed eyes; the waters were deeper and heavier than the hidden
I yearn for a forever love A man that aint intimidated by me put me in my place when i aint acting right cause i do be bugging out sometimes
Wake me up Before I lose it all This nightmare's a little too real Pick me up I'm starting to fall Pretty soon I'l forget how to breath I'm not asking. I'm begging you now
i’m not sure if i like tea or coffee fruits or vegetables cats or dogs math or reading running or sitting tears or laughter gloves or mittens
I gave you all the love I had You were the only girl with the power to make me feel so sad. I want to hear you sing to me again But then All the memories rush back to me And the pain attached to them.
I am on my own, No one tells me where to go. So where do I go?
here we are all alone, each of us a dry, dead bone. NOTHING left to loVe or haTe a barren wasteland of empty fate
Every time I’m with you, I feel it building up. You know I’d never hurt you, So why not open up?
There was a time I thought there’d be A little thing called you and me And now I try and you don’t care But I can still feel something there You haunt my mind every day You plague my dreams but you won’t stay
So this is my first poem on here. What is it supposed to be? Is it supposed to be about me? Do I show who I am, As if my clothes are sheer? Or should I just go grab a beer.
Why do I chase after you? Someone who's nice, smiles brightly, even though you're not perfect-- you're so bright.
You could have held my hand you know? I wouldn't have minded. You could have held me longer than you did. You don't know what sweet sorrow your parting really is. You could have brushes my hair aside
The mind is a maze of mirrors. Every which way you turn you run into yourself. But which you is real and which is covering up the path that you must follow? Is that all that you are? All that life is?
Tell me, have you ever had to lie? Have you ever had to cry? Have you ever fought for approval of your peers? Have you ever tried to fight your fears? If you have, it’s okay. I will catch your tears.
All I can think is I don’t want to go there I don’t want to go there I’ve always refused to go there Tour there Talk about there Other than the dropping of a name or two
I thought I knew the road and where it leads; I came upon the fork and felt so sure, Until the trees in shade began to tease; My confidence was shook, I closed the door. My heart is closed and locked, I am afraid;
My paradise My sanctuary My place of saving When all else is lost A confusing mess An sweet escape From the brainwashing And self-harm The confusion I feel When you make me feel
Ice as black as coal, trees with black, brown souls walls caving in, and ceilings breaking down lost in a world of an upside down town looking for direction, introspection for correction,
Drowning in the confusion that is my soul. Begging for mercy, from this unknown path that I'm taking. Reflecting numbness, but I'm only searching for it, always calling out in the night.
Dear Ailurophilia, Sand spreads across the line of an unbelievable amount of time in which we we're cursed to feel unwanted emotions and travel a road so unworthy
I'm tired of writing all these letters to plead, hoping you become this man i need you to be; i see why it's my heart that you continue to lead, 'cause immature hearts and minds only make things bleed; for me
The Ocean pulls it’s body back and forth like my lungs that breathe in life. And my heart that drums it’s final beats. I’m sitting on a bulk of sand from the high tide line.
My heart longs for you, But its broken, Can it ever trust you? With you I could fly, Now both my wings are broken, I love you, But I'm scared to trust you, And so is my heart,
Who I am It’s hard to describe But something lies in between both eyes A vision to be greater More than me Bigger than the bigger picture More than free Who I am I may never decide
Which way to go, Which way to turn… Im so confused, Is it everything I should burn? Make it all brand new Start from scratch. Considering I'm lost, Is that my best match?
There's Something in the sky Just because the lights turned off when a car went by. There's Someone to share the pain Just because you heard a name in the rain.
Possibly destroying my own future But I can't bear to see those faces. If running from the people Who are supposed to always be there for me Helps me feel free Then run I shall.